The Smells Of The Stable

A stable? What a place to give birth to the Messiah! The smells and sounds of a barnyard were our Savior’s first human experience. Like other babies, He may have cried at the sounds of the animals and the strangers parading around His temporary crib.

If so, they would have been the first of many tears. Jesus would come to know human loss and sorrow, the doubts his brothers and family had about Him, and the pain His mother experienced as she saw Him tortured and killed. All these hardships and so much more awaited the baby trying to sleep that first night. From the first moment, Jesus was “God with us.”

Matthew 1:23 “Behold, the virgin shall be with child, and bear a Son, and they shall call His name Immanuel,” which translated, “God with us.”

He knew what it meant to be human. This would continue for over three decades, ending at His death on the cross.

Brothers and Sisters, because of His love for you and I, Jesus became fully human. And being human allows Him to identify with us. Never again can you and I say that no one understands us. Jesus does.

May the light that entered the world that night cast its brilliance into the deepest corners of our souls this Christmas, giving us the peace of Earth which the angels spoke so long ago.

Heavenly Father, help our hearts to know the love of Christ and to honor Him with our unyielding devotion in this and every season.


Accept our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, today. Today is the day of salvation. Now is the accepted time. You may not have tomorrow. Have a Blessed Day.

Written By Edward Jeffries

2 thoughts on “The Smells Of The Stable

  1. I live in a rural area these days, where the smells of the stable are very familiar. As you say, the King of Kings chose to humble Himself to show even the least among us the greatness of His love. Have a blessed Christmas! ❤

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